Omaha Stylee Lyrics - Live! - 311

[Repeat: x2] 

311 311 311 (what's up) 

Believer (what's up) 

Believer (what's up) 

In a minute, everything you have can all be straight gone 

In a minute, things you thought were tied can come straight undone 

How about some knocks on wood, some so far, it's so good, any day 

What you think is solid earth can jump up and spread out 

To the north and south, that's what plates are about 

Nature has no conscience, no kindness, or ill will 

But the dreams they had make me sad because of the vibes of them 

When one girl dreamt a fire in hers and then it happened 

To me and my family, my bros and I were driving The RV bleeding flames, us leaping through fire, surviving 

Zoned with no home, there was fire all on it 

Umm, let me have my life, I want it 

(I'm gonna.) [Repeat: x4] 

I'm gonna let you know that I said 

We're comin' in kill, we're comin' in chill 

We're comin' in how we will 

Gone to tell the whole world what's the deal 

And I say know no critical border 'cause 

We do what we want 

Got more funky styles that my laser jet got font 

[Chorus:] 

Not one to get over sounding like the norm Friendly to the radio, all that shit is corn 

All we coming with is a little bit of swing 

And we go on like it ain't no thing 

Omaha Stylee, did not think there was one 

Where you know the radio's weak and the shows are more fun 

But you know we fuck up the dancehall since 1988 

Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state 

Still we're down like that x3 

Makin' the funk that smells of skunk 

Omaha Stylee, did not think there was one 

Where you know the radio's weak and the shows are more fun 

But you know we fuck up the dancehall since 1988 

Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state 

The dance hall that we come from was a pool table basement 

The fun was low key, and the records were, too, major fun 

Such occasions occur back in the day 

It begins, you're a raw kid all the way 

Son of a gun, but there you drifted 

All are endowed but few are gifted 

At the break of dawn behaving like a spy 

Lampin' in the light the cold world awakens 

Deeper is the light to open up the sky 

Look into my eyes and see them dilatin' 

Omaha Stylee is the shit we come with, man 

Embedded in our souls, it breathes out from this band 

We always knew that we could 

Thank you if you, too, felt we would 

We will arise, explore these worlds and find the grassroots 

How to crew to do the grinding of the grounds to brew 

My dude, on the one, come off like Teflon 

Rock your shit and you will rise on If you're a farmer out standing in your field say (uh) 

Do as you will do as you wish follow your bliss say (uh) 

We travel 'round the country, giving it our best 

We like to see the people dancing and bouncing and the rest 

The hammer and the chisel and the rule and conquest 

We forged the sword, the chariots of war, our battle axe 

There's much power in anger, but love's a bigger banger 

Complete props to my crew 

'Cause this is how we do 

Omaha Stylee